Hello girls. What am I doing to keep my son as safe as possible from dangers.
I was always amused by moms who bathe children in water with a temperature of at least 40 degrees, put on warm sweaters with hats at +25 and treat the usual ARI with antibiotics. Over a cup of tea, my friend and I often condemned such women and, grinning, said: "Will grow up as a mama's boy." So I thought until I gave birth myself.
Somehow something bad happened to my child. At 3 months old, the baby fell ill. The doctor prescribed powder for us, which needed to be diluted with water. I did everything according to the instructions. She put the syringe on the cheek, lifted the head and began to inject the medicine. At that very moment, the baby breathed in sharply and ... stopped breathing. No one was at home. I understood that the ambulance would not be able to get there, but I still called, several times hysterically shouting into the phone: "Please, hurry, he is dying." When I saw that my son's face was turning blue, I realized that this was all - the end.
Suddenly I remembered the words of Doctor Komarovsky: "It's better to do something than nothing." An excerpt from one of his programs immediately appeared in my head. Evgeny Olegovich told what to do when choking. Instantly grabbed her son, put him on her knee, turned him over on his tummy so that his head was tilted down, and began to pound on his back with her hand. And, lo and behold !!! The kid coughed and began to breathe.
The paramedic who arrived confirmed that everything worked out. At that moment, I realized that death is always with us, and any oversight of parents can lead to a tragedy - the most terrible tragedy - the death of a child. With such thoughts, I began to live constantly. Anxiety did not leave me for a minute.
Here is how it manifested itself:
- I never leave my son unattended while playing. If you need to cook something, but there is no one at home, I put the baby in a highchair.
- Our family is rarely in public places. If I really need it, then in supermarkets, I first of all think about emergency exits that will be needed during a natural disaster, fire, and only then about shopping.
- In public transport, I also have obsessive thoughts that a pedophile, a psychopath, a person who sells children, etc. is always sitting next to me. I always carry a spray can in my purse, and I go around the tenth road to people who seem suspicious to me. In addition, I constantly think about the fact that the baby can pick up a virus or some kind of infection in the crowd.
- The biggest fear is that my baby might get lost. Therefore, my son always has a tag on his clothes with his name and my phone number. And the number of the search group "Lisa Alert" is in the first place in my notebook.
- When we stand with my son at a crosswalk, I always look around and see if any car is rushing in our direction. I think over to the smallest detail where to take the stroller in case the car goes straight to us.
- I'm also very careful while driving. No maneuvers, passages at a red traffic light. Maximum distance, minimum speed - this is my motto when driving a car.
- The child also eats under supervision. He is already 1.5 years old. But, as before, I don’t give him any croutons, large pieces, not chopped fruits or vegetables. Instead of meat, I cook soufflé, cutlets, meatballs for my son. I feed only natural products. I don't add sugar, salt.
- I constantly repeat in my mind the procedure for cardiac and pulmonary resuscitation. After all, danger can await anywhere and even under the supervision of parents. I bought the relevant literature. I am planning to make a small poster and hang it on the wall.
- All sharp objects, knives, scissors, needles are at a height. Locked shelves attached to the wall. Rubber patches flaunt on the corners, stoppers on the windows.
- The son rarely plays with other children. I don't let him go to the playground, especially in the sandbox - a collection of cat excrement, worms and other surprises. If any kid coughs nearby, I immediately take my son and go to another place. I always look around the area where the child is playing for shrapnel, syringes, dogs.
- The house has a Swedish wall, a soft mat is laid on the floor. On a scooter and a runbike, the son rides in knee pads, elbow pads and a helmet.
- When a baby gets sick with acute respiratory infections, I treat without unnecessary medication. If a bacterial infection has developed, I never regret money for paid clinics and laboratory tests. I almost never hope for a favorable outcome. I always go over the worst options in my head.
- I look at other children and compare with my own. For example, my son has not yet spoken at 1 year and 4 months. I pestered doctors with the question: "Maybe it's autism?" But the sixth neurologist told me to leave a healthy child alone and heal my nerves.
I never show my son that I protect and worry about his safety and health. I am not one of those who constantly shout: “Do not run, otherwise you will fall”, “Do not touch, or you will cut yourself”, etc.
Of course, I try to work on myself, but I don't succeed. At least 3 thoughts a day flashes in my head about accidents, terrible people, tragedies, misfortunes, everywhere waiting for my child.
But still, I am sure that I would rather be anxious than then suffer all my life from the mistake I made.
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